I didn’t know what I was getting into.
I always figured photography would be just a hobby. Something that doesn’t have anything to do with what I do professionally. Something I wouldn’t take all that seriously, and do it just for the fun of it.
Well, that notion’s gone, I suppose.
Thousands of dollars later I’m running around town, pushing my skills and determination, discovering new ways to compose images, play with lights, learn my gear, and fuse my photography with my writing.
I didn’t even notice the way my creative outlets started merging together. Textual storytelling became expanded with visual storytelling, and I found myself trying to learn both to make something more than either.
It’s a weird realization. It was never a conscious decision on my part, that I can remember, to make photography an extension of my writing and vice versa. If anything, I wanted to keep them separate. I write professionally and I write for myself (for now) and I wanted something that was outside of that circle.
I guess when you’re a creative person, there are no boundaries between disciplines. Creativity has no boundaries. One creative outlet will feed into another, it will permeate your ideas, and take you to new places.
It was a surprise. I like it.